Meanwhile I spent my childhood struggling with parents pretty much demanding me to get perfect scores and being the best at everything. I just wanted to have fun and act like a child.

If I got 98/100 points, the response I got was always along the lines of: "If you had studied harder, you would have gotten those missing points."

It's okay though, the sadness over the constant feeling of disapproval and not being good enough in anything in the back of my head numbed down by the end of 4th grade after I got over my first depression.

It ****** me up so hard, I have an incredibly strong will so it didn't do permanent damage, and I did end up better off basically being a 2nd year by the end of highschool, but like 7th-12th grade was the worst years of my life

I remember not being allowed to leave the table until my homework was done and redone to perfection. Got home 4:30. Work was considered adequate and was allowed to go to bed at gone 11:30. It was a single piece of english homework. 500 words. Over 7 hours of yelling, hitting and threats. Pages torn out of my book "AGAIN! YOURE NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH. STOP BEING SO PATHETIC" finally finished. Next day teacher didn't even look at it. Just asked "hands up who did the work?" Hand up. "Good". Remember standing by his desk at the end of the lesson trying to show him the work. I needed it to be graded l desperately needed it to have not all been in vain. It was. I was 10. The work meant nothing.

That's why by the time I reached high school I just failed everything. Parents were screeching the first two years, but by the third year, what the **** were they gonna do? Beat me again? No number of broken rulers and feather dusters were gonna make me give half a good goddamn ever again to school.

Exactly. ******* exactly.
I got into the best Law school in the country. Known as the "everyone gets in, no one gets out" college. It was 3 hours of a train ride away from home, and there was no attendance penalty. So I went for the first two weeks of classes and didn't go for the rest of the year.
I felt like there was no point to it. I could stay home and cope with my horrible habits, incapable of social connection, or I could attend school, deal with the anxiety that had developed, get amazing grades and have that number on the board be the only positive reinforcement I would receive.
My father literally threatened to kill me after he gave me my first driving lesson because he thought I wasn't doing enough to bond with my family (which I was. I so ******* hardly was, forcing a mask of cheerful, naive youth onto myself to hide the sheer fatigue) right after I told him I had gotten the best grades of the semester at that hellish college. It was above "Louis' Confrontation" levels of "tough love", including him calling me a feral animal for not trying to socialize.
This sentiment applied to everything. I wouldn't try because it felt like I would not be rewarded for it even with stability. Get good grades and become a lawyer at a big firm? What for? For a bunch of numbers on my bank account that with my personality at the time would only serve to fuel my addictions?
I literally gave up on school, relationships, self-esteem, all because I was so used to pressure that punishment and confrontation didn't faze me anymore and that I would get nothing worthwhile from it.
I am so glad I managed to pull through.
I feel all of you, mates. This isn't something that is spoken of to the extent it should

People don't talk about it because it's a ****** thing to do to their ******* children and if they ever had to face that they'd have to acknowledged how terrible they are for doing something like this. I've straight up told my parents that when I have kids I will never let them raise my children academically, I don't want them to have learning ruined. You've gotten an even ******** stick my friend, and I'm glad you've gotten yourself out of it.

I wish you the absolute best, my man. Recovering from **** like this is hard. People seem to only care when you're in pain or when you can't get yourself out. Very few understand what it's like when what's holding you down doesn't exactly hold you down anymore, because you've grown accustomed to it.
I hope you keep up your iron will and learn to be the parent they didn't know better to be. I'm on my way to do the same,
Godspeed

My dad would only ever talk about my grades when he was disappointed by them. Did I make a C? Guess it's time for a long talk about how disappointed he is in me, how I'm throwing my life away, and how he's going to take away anything fun if I don't pull the grade up. Did I make the best grades in the class? Not a single word. No words of pride, happiness, or his expectations, just look at the grade and move on with life.

After a year of ******* up in college and actually failing some classes by not even showing up, I switched to engineering and actually tried for once. Now I make nothing but A's, but don't have a social life and don't let myself have any time consuming fun during the semesters. It lets me consistently be at the top of every class, but I always feel so hollow by the end of the semesters and actually was depressed after one especially hard semester.

Bruh, I know that feel.
Back when I was in elementary (ages 7 - 11), I would spend most of my days reading books, doing homework, and learning.
Needless to say, I was a straight A student.
Fast forward 15 years, I'm p much a shut in who still spends most of his time reading and studying (not even close to being an A student, though, college life ******* sucks), and suddenly they keep complaining why I don't have hobbies like everyone else my age.

This is honestly such a retarded mentality. Test scores pre-university mean jack **** about your intelligence, any normal human can score very high on them given enough time investment. They mostly measured how much you cared about that subject, in my opinion.

**andrewolfzoom used "*roll picture*"****andrewolfzoom rolled image**my parents don't really care if i do bad or good at school, they don't even care if i go most days
i honestly just went to school just to talk to other people
from my years in high school i would take ALL THE CLASSES and did well in them
but i did it for myself.
i felt if no one is gonna give a damn, i might as well try. and try i did made it 233 out of 537 of my senior class (it's was big school)
not bad and not the best.

That sucks. I had almost no oversight (My dad was involved, but was a push over as it was just him and I) so I really, really ****** off in school. I enjoyed my childhood for sure, but sometimes I wish he'd stayed on me more (he's voiced the same slight regret), and I'd done better in High School, but I've still ended up in a good place.

I can't imagine that level though, that's super rough, but it sounds like you've sorted **** out and are doing well now.

Part of being a good parent is knowing what your children are capable of and helping them reach it. I have met people that at aren't all that high achieving academically, but they still push themselves to do their best so when they get that C- and see they passed the class, they are genuinely proud of themselves. And their parents know they gave it their all, so they are proud of them too.

Ehhh....I guess if I really thought my child was dumb. Also depends on the class. Many classes you just have to show up and make attempts, turn everything in. Effort will get you at least a B even if you do horrible on tests due to all the busy work. I will not be happy with my kid for a C- but I wont kill him to get A+.

i genuinly enjoyed almost all of the justice league. it played it safe, but it knew it was playing a safe. as a MOVIE, it was average, as a quick, highly efficient set up for several stand alone films, it was great

This is barry allen, he's the flash. he runs fast, why? struck by lightning, next character

this is vic stone, he was in an accident which destroyed a lot of his body and ended his hopes of a football scholarship, his scientist dad rebuild him as a cyborg, NEXT CHARACTER.

main villian was bland as **** but they KNEW he was bland as ****, so he was just treated as a plot device. it did far more right than it did wrong.

Also id eat gal gadots nuggety bum if she asked, that woman is perfect

My friends parents payed him for every 5 (our version of A) all the way till college.
He always had almost perfect scores,and continued his studies in college even without being rewarded.
PROTIP:Bribe ur kids

Wish my dad raised me like Hank Hill. My dad made an agreement with me that is get 10 dollars for every a I got and 2 for every b. So the next time the semester was over he told me that even though I had an A and 2 Bs one D was enough for me to get nothing. Like if I had known that maybe if have tried harder at the time but instead he got into my head that just because I work hard one mistake will **** everything up. I really wanted to try too but because I was so bad with writing in English I eventually just gave up.